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When Jess packed up her belongings and fled her small hometown in Kansas, she never looked back. Free from her family’s dark past she was finally able to pursue her lifelong dream as a professional dancer. She never expected to find herself at his door…or at his club.
Nikolas was unlike any other man she had ever met. Sexy…Alluring…Predatory. Dangerous. The kind of man with more secrets than even she had. Every instinct warned Jess against knowing him further, but she always did like playing with fire…
Nikolas Roman took one look at Jess and knew she was trouble from the very start. But something about the defiant twist of her mouth and the wide, haunted eyes of a damaged soul touched him in places he had long ago thought dead. He knew he needed to stay far away from her for his own sanity, but like a moth to a flame he was helpless to resist…
Working at Takers Gentleman’s Club was the last place Jess thought she would find herself, but she quickly learned how the game was played. See what you want, take what you can get…but at what cost?
Fallen Angel – Book I
She continued scanning. Looking for a reason, any reason at all, to run like hell. And not look back.
That’s when she saw him.
His dark looks gave him a dangerous, yet vulnerable air. Making her want to take him in her arms and hold him…and seek her own protection.
He wasn’t exactly what you’d call beautiful. But lord, the man had something about him.
He walked across the club to where they were standing. She took in a deep breath as her chest tightened.
She literally could not breathe.
Jesus. Get a fucking grip.
“Who do we have here?” His voice was deep. Confident. Sexy. Used to being obeyed, without question.
“This is the girl I told you about, Nick. The one auditioning for the open slot.”
Allison pushed Jess forward. She glared back at her. She felt like she was on display at an auction block.
He looked Jess up and down. She could swear she saw him lick his lips.
Yep. No reason at all to feel that way.
“Where you from, kid?”
“Really. New York, eh?” His tone was mocking.
Jess cleared her throat. “Kansas.”
“I wasn’t trying to lie. If that’s what you were thinking.”
“I wasn’t aware you were a mind reader.”
“Then how do you know what I’m thinking?”
Jess bristled. “I don’t. If you recall, I said, if that’s what you were thinking. Never said that’s what you were thinking.”
Nick eyed her sharply. Jess willed herself to watch her smart mouth. It always managed to get her in trouble. Allison looked like she was turning a shade of green.
“So what’s your name?”
“Why do you care?”
“Jess!” Allison shot her a look she ignored. She was irritated. Tired of feeling so defensive.
It reminded her of her father.
“Because I own the fucking place, that’s why.”
“Again, why do you care?” She gave a humorless smile that didn’t meet her eyes. “All that fucking matters is that I get onstage and take my clothes off, right?”
“You got a massive chip on your shoulder. Anyone ever tell you that?”
“Anyone ever tell you that you ask too many questions?”
Nick stared at Jess for a few seconds and finally burst out laughing. She had nerve, that’s for sure. He’d probably killed men for less. She almost wanted him to spare her the same mercy.
Anything would be better than her shitty life.
“Don’t ever do coke on my stage. Cops will be all over my ass.”
Allison looked horrified. “Nick I-”
“Don’t worry about it, Allie.” He stuck out his hand and clasped Jess’ hand into his. “Nick Roman. Welcome to Takers.”